The Story Of PerZag: This Is Just The Beginning

He could feel the warm liquid. The way that it stuck against his skin. The stickiness of it annoyed him, but the pain. The pain was unbearable. He opened his eyes, and stared up towards a grey, metallic ceiling. As he looked closer at the ceiling, he realised that it was a roof of a shed. His shed, the one that he had owned to store most of his junk.



The pain returned to his stomach as he held his head back, trying to absorb the pain. Finally when the pain was subdued, he slowly sat up and looked down at his stomach. He could feel something sticking against his skin, something moist, something warm, something…....He couldn’t quite put his finger on it.



His eyes opened up in shock as he saw a bandaged wrapped around his torso. The bandage was stained fully with red, fresh blood. He grabbed at the bandage, and lifted it up briefly, trying to separate it from his skin. It separated easier than he had thought as he tried to peek under it, but was unable to see anything.



He tore at the bandage trying to break it away easily, but was unable to do so. He felt as though he was hit by a truck. He had no strength, no energy, nothing that could help him tear it away with ease. He layed back down on the cold, cement floor, as he laid his bare back on it. He turned his head to the left, and his eyes widened.



He sat up quickly, adrenaline now pumping through him as he saw four bodies lying along the ground about eight metres away from him. Blood had stained the concrete floor under the bodies, but that was not what drew his attention. The closest to him was the body of his girlfriend. The one person who seemed to care about him when no one else would. Not even himself.



She was laid out on her side, her blank eyes, staring directly towards him, her right arm was stretched out as if she was reaching towards him. All he could do was stare at her bright blue eyes. The eyes that he had come to know from the previous four months.



He turned his head away, took it away from the eyes of the one he had once loved, and saw something that was slightly ordinary. She had a massive hole in her stomach right where he was bandaged. Suddenly, with all the strength that he could muscle up, he tore the bandage off and stared at his torso, stunned.



There was nothing there. His skin was completely fine. There were no puncture holes, no scars, nothing. There was nothing there to declare a reason for the bandage. He stared at the bloodied bandage that he still grasped in his hand, and threw it away.



How could it be, he thought. How could a bandage be so bloodied when there is nothing there. No scar. Absolutely nothing.



He stood up slowly, and the pain returned to his stomach. He looked down at his torso again, and saw nothing. Nothing of any sort to distribute the pain he felt. He slowly walked towards the bodies, using his right hand to hold onto his stomach, where the pain was coming from. He reached his girlfriend, and the three other people there. He looked around them, and saw the concrete fully stained with blood, and the blood that didn’t stain the concrete, created a pool around the bodies.



He looked away, not able to stare at the bodies any longer as the door burst open and many policeman burst in, holding onto machine guns. They pointed them towards him as the man in front shouted out.



“You…..get on your knees, and put your hands behind your head.”



The man looked towards them, and after a brief moment, he did as they were told.







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He was sick of it already. Being forced to sit in this plain white room, staring at this asshole across from him. The man would never quiet down. He just kept yelling questions at him. He was sick of the questions. Was sick of listening to this asshole scream them at him.



“Tell us your name?” the police officer screamed towards him.



“Fuck off” the man replied.



This made the police officer get to his feet quickly, making the chair that he was seated on tumble over. Before the man could do anything, there was a knock on the door behind him. He sighed and headed for it, and opened the door.



A woman stood on the other side. She had long brown hair and seemed to have a hispanic background. She talked to the man briefly, before walking into the room as he stepped out. She walked towards the fallen chair, lifting it up, placing it back in front of the man across from her. She sat down and stared at him.



“Why did you do it?” she questioned him without any emotional input at all.



He stared up at her, anger rushing through him.



“I DIDN’T DO IT!” he shouted at her, the anger now taking control.



He was sick of them questioning him. Questioning if he did it. Why in the hell would he do it? He would never kill. At least he wouldn’t kill someone he cared for.



“Well, prove it then,” she said calmly, staring directly into his eyes. “If you want us to believe you, you have to at least answer our questions.”



The man across from her sighed.



“Okay, let’s get through it then.”



She smiled at him, now showing some emotion.



“What’s your name?” she asked.



The man sighed. “It’s PerZag.”



“PerZag?” she stated as if she was questioning it. “Is there another name that you go by?”



PerZag shook his head slowly. “I have no other names that I go by anymore. Check your database. The name PerZag will come up, I am sure of it.”



She nodded her head slowly.



“Thank-you…...uh…….PerZag. I will be back.”



She smiles at him briefly before walking towards the door, and leaving the room. PerZag takes this moment to full relax. Lying back against his chair, staring down at the red t-shirt that the precinct had spare for him. He started moaning to himself, murmuring the same words over and over again.



“This can’t be happening, not again……….this can’t be happening, not again.”



After a brief few minutes the door opens up again as the hispanic woman returns to the return followed by the asshole of a man. She took a seat right in front of PerZag, as the man stood, leaning against the door.



“So, you were once a detective, Mr……….” she trailed off, staring directly into PerZag’s eyes as he stared back at her. She knew just then that she shouldn’t refer to him as his old name. She read what happened to his family, to his partner in the police force. She knew that going by his new name would help her realise what had just happened.



“Mr. PerZag,” she stated, mostly to herself, so that she could get her head around it, to be able to say it again. “You were once a detective.”



PerZag nodded his head slowly. There was no need to respond with words. She knew he was a detective just by reading his file. Though there were some things she didn’t know. Some things that were not included in his file.



“So, can you tell me,” she continued on. “Can you tell me why you completely went off the radar? Why there is barely anything in your file since you left the police force, except for two DUI’s?”



PerZag sighed to himself. When he got arrested for his two DUI’s, he was asked the exact same questions. And he always had the exact same answer.



“I needed time to think. I needed time on my own…...I……”



PerZag was cut off, by the asshole standing against the door.



“You needed time to kill.”



PerZag instantly got to his feet, and stared at the man across the room, anger and frustration building within him.



“I NEVER FUCKING KILLED THEM!” PerZag shouted at him. “FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU FOR EVER THINKING THAT. YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!”



The man stared at PerZag from across the room. He didn’t blink, he didn’t move, he didn’t say anything. The room went into silence as PerZag and the asshole stared at each other until the silence was broken by the hispanic woman sitting in front of PerZag.



“Sit down, Mr. PerZag.”



PerZag did as he was told. He sat down slowly, never leaving his eyes off of the asshole standing at the door. Never backing down. That was the way PerZag always was. He would never back down. Not unless something horrible happened to him, like the murder of his entire family.



“So, if you didn’t do it,” the start to the sentence caused PerZag to switch his attention to the hispanic woman. He finally saw her completely. Her long brown hair, her smooth skin, the name badge placed on the top left side of her chest, the name Garcia written on it. It made him remember the days that he and his best friend Don had their last names on their badges. Him with his name Rodan written on it, and PerZag’s with………



He couldn’t think about the times before. It was just too much for him to handle. He got himself back to the present, where he just sat there staring at Garcia. She looked back at him.



“So, why were you at the scene of the crime?”



“Or a better question would be why was the scene of the crime in your shed?”



The asshole that was standing next to the door had walked towards PerZag now. He stood next to Garcia, leaning onto the table.



“Can you answer that?”



The man stared at PerZag, whom stared straight back, showing him nothing. No expression of any sought.



“You want me to tell you all I know,” PerZag stated as if he already knew what the answer was, which he did.



As expected, the asshole and Garcia nodded their heads. PerZag nodded his head after them.



“OK, all I know is this. I woke up in the shed. Had no idea where I was initially, and had no idea how I got there. I woke up, felt a pain in my stomach, and found a bloodied bandage wrapped around my torso……”



PerZag went to continue, but Garcia stopped him.



“You mean the bandage we found at the scene. That was on you?” she asked, curiously.



PerZag nodded his head slowly.



“Yeah, I had no idea what for. When I ripped it off, there was nothing there. No scar, nothing. And that was after………”



PerZag trailed off. He seemed to go to a different place. Was it a place from his past?



“After you saw the bodies,” Garcia ended the sentence for him.



PerZag looked up at her as the asshole just chuckled and shook his head.





“You are supposed to make us believe that you just woke up there, no scar, nothing. And that’s it. So, what, the three men, the woman………”



“Holly,” PerZag butted in to the asshole’s sentence.



He looked at him, obviously annoyed at PerZag butting in.



“What?” the asshole asked.



PerZag stood up from his chair. “Holly Anderson. Her name was Holly Anderson and I would never have killed her. I never fucking would have.”



The man stares at PerZag who sits straight back down.



“I cannot believe this is happening again,” PerZag said.



This caused Garcia to frown, and hunch over at the table.



“What do you mean?”



PerZag looked up at her and the asshole. Both of them seemed very curious.



“You saw my file,” PerZag asked bluntly.



Garcia nodded her head.



“It said what happened to my family. It says that they were all murdered. The one thing it doesn’t say is how they died.”



PerZag stared directly at Garcia, his eyes have started to show pure sadness.



“They died the exact same way that those three men, that,” PerZag pauses briefly. “That Holly, was killed. My family died just like that. I think the killer has come back.”



Garcia stares at PerZag, who was now looking down at the table in front of him. She stood up, still staring at him.



“Come with us,” she said. “We have something to show you.”



PerZag looked up at her as the asshole walked towards the door. She followed, and looked back at PerZag. PerZag got up and walked after them.





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“My old life has come back to haunt me. The life that I had ran away from. The life that I have tried to leave behind, but somehow, it has caught up to me. The darkness that was my past, has now reached the present.”



PerZag pressed a button on a black remote that he had grasped in his right hand. The television set turns on as static fills the television screen, the black and white dots fighting for a place on the screen.



“My past, my present, my future. It was never clear to me. It has never been clear to me. The life I have lived, the future that I will have, it is all fuzzy. The past I have tried to leave behind. To push all the memories to the darkest, furthest part of my mind. It was never successful. There was always something that brought them back. Some small thing that would bring a memory straight back into my mind.”



PerZag flicked the channel. More static. Flicked it again. More static. Flicked it again, and it finally showed something. It showed a family, dead, shot to pieces in their living room, bullet holes through all the walls around them. PerZag quickly turns the television off.



“But then all that stopped. All of it ended when I met Holly. Holly Anderson. The woman that somehow controlled me. She made me feel sane. Made the memories disappear, and made me feel like there was a future worth living. Or at least worth remembering. I couldn’t remember my past. It was just too much. And the future, well, it didn’t seem important. Not until I met her.”



PerZag turned on a torch that shined straight towards the ceiling. He looked up as a large owl was painted on the ceiling. A brief message was written next to it. PerZag spoke the words aloud.



“I will always be with you. Night and day.”



PerZag smiled at the words, before it disappeared as the torch was turned off.



“Holly was a great person. She gave me memories that I was able to cherish. Memories that kept me sane. But, now, those memories are about to be pushed as far back as I can get them to go. Those memories are just going to hurt too much. So, now, I have become nothing.”



PerZag switched the television back on as two men were seen wrestling with a wrestling ring. The identities of the men were too difficult to tell as PerZag turned the television back off.



“That was what I had thought though. Initially, that when Holly passed, I would have nothing to keep me calm. To keep me sane. To give me memories that I could look back on, and not get upset. And that new, fresh thing for me, is the professional wrestling business.”



PerZag stood up from the couch.



“The wrestling business is a way for me to produce new memories for myself. To show everyone out there what I am made of. To show to the world, and to myself, that I actually belong somewhere.”



PerZag turns around, staring directly into the camera.



“United Championship Infinite. You are my new home. You are the start of my new life. My life in the past is over. My future is now set. Professional wrestling is my future. United Championship Infinite is my future. A new era has begun, and it is my era. It is the era of The Worthiest of All. It’s the era of PerZag.”



PerZag smiles.



“And people like Lara Chang or Zanatos are not going to stop me. A woman that can only defeat jobbers. Hell, she is probably the queen of the jobbers. She will never leave that division. The jobber queen. The jobber that can defeat all jobbers, but cannot defeat one recruit. One rookie. No, jobber queen is her exact title.



And then we have the man known as Zanatos. The loser of all losers. Hell, he could even be Lara’s king. The king and queen of Jobberville. I should bow down to you holy ones, but Jobberville, I will never end up there. Jobberville is for the weak, the worthless, the unworthy. And I am The Worthiest of All.



Jobberville is not for me. Jobberville is only for the two of you. PerZag is the star of the new era. The Worthy Era. The era that is just about me. It is time for my rise straight to the top. It starts with the King and Queen of Jobberville, and it will end when I retire, but my retirement won’t be until I climb the ranks and win that UCI Championship and every other championship in between.



It’s my era.”



PerZag points towards the screen.



“It’s not yours.”



The scene cuts out.



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“PerZag,” Garcia said. “We know you didn’t do it. We know you had nothing to do with the murders of the three men and Holly Anderson…...



“Wait, you knew that,” PerZag butts in, obviously frustrated. “You knew I didn’t kill them, yet you still questioned me.”



“We had to find out what you knew,” the asshole said, catching the attention of PerZag.



“You had to find out what I knew. Shouldn’t you already know that I knew nothing. That I didn’t do anything. You said you knew that I had done nothing, and yet you still felt the urge to question me.”



Garcia stepped towards him. “We had to know something. There had to have been a reason why you were left alive. Because…….”



Garcia lifted the videotape up to him, showing him a message that was written on it. The message was written out in plain, block letters. PerZag looked at them, his eyes widened, as he spoke the words aloud.



“To PerZag.”



He stood there stunned. The person behind it all, was sending a message to him. PerZag didn’t know what to do. Garcia, though, gave him the answer.



“Do you want to watch this?”



PerZag stared at her, running the question through his mind. He had no idea whether he wanted to watch the tape, but found himself nodding his head before he could say no.



Garcia just nodded her head as she placed the videotape into a video player as the scene cut out.



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Next Time On The Story Of PerZag



What is shown on the videotape?

Does it reveal the killer?

Does it show how Holly and the other three men died?

Does it reveal anything that we want to know?

Will we find out what PerZag's real name is?
Will anything be answered?
Or is it just another bullshit ending to keep people watching?





Find Out Next Time On The Story Of PerZag!